Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it can

because Roger

hands still hard

okay but… Dominic” He looks back over

clearing

up to look at Roger’s face when he says my

grave his expression is…how

me. Like I’m frozen, again,

gaze, and I see

each other in the darkness. One covered in

robes, the other…

fast as I can go – but I

the baby in

feel someone tug at Rafe and my instincts kick in, making

a terrible snarl, my

mouth

in shock and puts up his hands, showing me

the gift – you have to get to him

please, give me the baby

part of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over to

molecule within me screaming to hold him close, to never let

go again…

those forms in the

hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger will take care of

I take off, sprinting towards my

Sinclair

the forest and wince as the bright white

I think, covering the top half of my face with

morning?

then I realize,

I don’t remember going

sit up, wary, trying to

I’m not even in

Inside at all…

all around the bright forest and

crisp white linens. Where the

I whip my head up to look at her

front of me. I blink, trying to clear my wide

She’s got to be she

I ask, my voice low with awe. But she

I expect, instead bursting

shaking her head and coming close to

her hands and smiling down into my face. “You’ve

Think about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

at me, slowly shaking her head. “No,

be worried about these questions, except Dr.

is fine. You’re just

But she just smiles

herself in my lap. My arms wrap around her instinctually,